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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 4, 2024 3:04:54 GMT -6
When the flicker faded almost as soon as he tried to locate it, Gin remained on his boulder, expression hidden behind his silver bangs. One part of his mind wished to finish the exhausting endeavor quickly, but the reaper of the shadows squashed his impatience by turning to another part of the landscape. He would not walk away until he had exhausted himself with this. He owed Kita, Sojiro, and Kadaj that much.
No, that thought process put him in the wrong perspective. It was more simple than that. He wanted to see the result of this too much to back down yet.
The realms were a chaotic mess that he would never escape from. Even in the place he had started to call home. But acccomplishing this still mattered. Even if he didn't understand the power behind it, even if he would never be able to control those emotions, he'd learned too much to end it now. He was not that much of a coward.
Not when the means to his pursuit were as clear as they were then... and now.
He would forge the stability they both needed with his own two hands, no matter how long it took.
He whipped his head around as something out of the corner of his eye blinked in the illusionary sunlight. Something that didn't exist when he looked in that direction. He hesitated and then disappeared, appearing where his eyes had landed, if only momentarily.
Come here....
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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on Oct 4, 2024 3:21:13 GMT -6
Vacanze remained motionless as he watched Gin, the same quiet scrutiny in his eyes. Still caught, he thought to himself, observing the internal battle playing out in Gin’s movements—the constant tension between overthinking and the instinct he was trying to tap into. Gin was chasing something, perhaps a glimmer of realization, but every time he got close, it slipped away.
It’s not about owing anyone, Vacanze mused silently, it’s about letting go. Gin had all the tools he needed—the strength, the resolve—but the real test was whether he could let go of the weight of obligation and expectation, and instead trust himself, his raw, unfiltered instincts.
The ayakashi’s gaze narrowed slightly when Gin whipped his head around, reacting to something only he seemed to sense. There, Vacanze thought, watching as Gin disappeared in a flash of shunpo. He’s close now, but will he commit?
He was still waiting—waiting for Gin to truly stop thinking, to stop trying to force the process into neat, logical steps. The arrowhead wasn’t hidden from Gin’s senses. It was right there, just beyond the mental cage that kept Gin from fully realizing his potential.
As Gin reappeared, standing at the place where something had caught his attention, Vacanze remained where he was, simply observing. He didn’t need to intervene or push. The lesson was clear, but Gin had to reach that understanding on his own.
Come on, Gin...
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 4, 2024 23:39:07 GMT -6
Gin stopped again when that sensation slipped away from him in his rush to reach his destination, like the false air whirling around him. But the reaper wasn’t perturbed. On the contrary, he chuckled as he turned in place, considering his prior actions and the thoughts which stirred underneath them. In a way, this reminded Gin of learning the art of his blade. Gin hadn’t focused on each move learned but how each step flowed into the next, until he stopped looking for instruction, moving his zanpakuto on instinct alone. It was a process that usually took years upon years to understand and more to perfect, and it was his casual understanding of such mastery that made Gin a genius.
If he wanted to use Vacanze’s art across realms to stay connected to Kita, no matter what disaster came their way, he could not rush the process that came to him with his practice.
It would only waste the valuable time given him.
Time he stepped away from Kita. To create proof that he could give her peace. Even if they were both covered in scars. Even if …. he could not heal everything about her. And he could not speak of everything that was broken inside of him.
This time when the new sensation built in his mind, Gin drew Shinsou, calling on his partner. He stood in silence, comparing the two bonds on the field, the one just out of reach and the one that he didn’t need to see to know it existed.
He walked forward, Shinsou still in his hand, recalling the warmth of from the times he’d brought Kita’s dreaming soul to his inner realm for peace during the hell of Las Noches. He remembered the inner light when the powers of the goddess threatened to tear his soul apart — when he could withstand its fire by forging its purpose. He dwelled on the resolve that wove through his healing during the coma, how what should be remembered as years of more trauma after a war turned into a long, long calm walk through the sight of his son and through freeing Kita from the sheer terror of her first scars. Gin halted and for the first time since a battle for his life by a lake in Soul Society, he tasted the bitter dregs of his despair and grief that had wrecked havoc on him after he had been torn apart from his family in Las Noches. Slowly, it faded into the familiar ache he carried inside him, chased away by the cries of his lover in her release while he clung to her body.
Gin didn’t let the memories go when he stopped at a bunch of boulders, reaching inside the cracks where something glimmered.
The arrowhead pricked his fingers with a little jolt and he smiled, pulling it out.
Got you.
His heart and head throbbed in a fierce way that reminded him of a long walk in the mists of his realm.
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Post by Byleistr Vacanze on Oct 5, 2024 0:03:13 GMT -6
Vacanze observed in silence as Gin navigated the landscape, the subtle shifts in his demeanor hinting at an internal dialogue that seemed to carry the weight of years. Each movement, each moment of hesitation, revealed the complexity of Gin’s thoughts as he struggled to balance instinct with the scars of his past.
As Gin drew Shinsou, the ayakashi felt a surge of anticipation, sensing the determination that flared within him. Vacanze understood that Gin was no longer just searching for an arrowhead; he was embarking on a journey of self-discovery, one that intertwined his past with his present.
When Gin finally halted near the boulders, Vacanze held his breath, caught in the quiet intensity of the moment. He watched as Gin’s fingers brushed against the cool metal, feeling the electricity of triumph in the air.Got you.Vacanze’s heart swelled at the sight of Gin pulling the arrowhead free. A grin broke across his face, a rare expression of genuine pride. He knew this moment was more than just finding a forged piece of metal; it was about Gin reclaiming a part of himself, a testament to his journey through the shadows and into the light.
He rose from his resting place, letting out a soft chuckle that echoed through the underground cavern. “Well done, Gin,” he called, his voice carrying warmth and encouragement. “You’ve found it! Look at what you’ve created.”
Vacanze stepped forward, the pride evident in his gaze, not just for the physical triumph but for the growth he witnessed in Gin. This was a pivotal moment, one that would mark the beginning of something new—a path toward healing and forging a connection that transcended the scars they both bore.
“Now, let’s see how you shape this bond further.”--END RP-- "Interlude Update"
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 9, 2024 20:23:47 GMT -6
Bleach Unrated: REBOOTEDCurrent Arc: The ChaosEpisode 539 "Purple Hyacinth": (continued) When she finally reached the training area, her eyes narrowed at the scene in front of her. Gin and Sojiro were in the middle of what could only be described as a brutal sparring session. Sojiro, drenched in sweat, was panting heavily, his eyes wide with concentration as he tried to keep up with Gin’s rapid, unforgiving strikes. The sharp clang of metal on metal reverberated through the air, each blow from Gin coming down with the kind of precision and force that only he could muster. It was almost cruel to watch.
Kita clenched her fists at her sides, her annoyance rising. This was too much, and it was starting to remind her of a time she’d rather forget—back in Las Noches when Gin didn’t have his memories and treated Sojiro as nothing more than a potential threat. Back then, Gin had pushed Sojiro to his limits, and now, even with his memories restored, it seemed like he hadn’t let up. If anything, he had only become more demanding.
She crossed her arms, her jaw tightening as she watched Sojiro struggle to keep up. His movements were slower than usual, his breathing labored, and the look on his face told her everything she needed to know. He was overwhelmed—too focused, too caught up in trying to meet his father’s expectations. And Gin wasn’t giving him an inch. Every time Sojiro managed to block a blow, another one came at him, faster and harder.
"This is ridiculous," she muttered under her breath, her frustration growing with each passing second.
Gin, of course, was as calm and collected as ever, his lazy smirk never leaving his face as he sidestepped Sojiro’s attacks with ease. It was clear he wasn’t even breaking a sweat. Meanwhile, their son looked like he was moments away from collapsing.
Kita’s irritation flared. She knew Gin had a plan—he always did—but this? This felt excessive.
"Oi!" she called out, her voice sharp as it cut through the clashing of blades.
Neither of them stopped, though Sojiro faltered for just a moment, glancing toward her before he quickly refocused on Gin. Gin, predictably, ignored her entirely, continuing to push Sojiro back, forcing him to keep defending.
Kita's brow twitched in irritation. Typical.
"That’s enough!" she barked, her tone carrying a weight that even Gin couldn’t ignore.Finally, Gin stopped mid-strike, his blade hovering inches from Sojiro’s. The two exchanged another look before they both straightened from their fighting positions. Gin turned to Kita, smiling at her. "Welcome back, dearie. How are you feeling?" Kita shot him a glare, stepping forward. “I'm here, but what the hell are you doing? He’s exhausted, Gin. Can’t you see that?” Her eyes flicked to Sojiro, who was doubled over, his hands on his knees as he struggled to catch his breath.
Gin chuckled as his son gasped by their side. "Sorry, dearie, but he's gonna have to push it, especially now."“Push it?” Kita echoed, incredulous. “You’re practically driving him into the ground! You call this ‘training’? He can barely stand, Gin!” |
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Oct 10, 2024 1:49:14 GMT -6
"Mom, it's okay!" Sojiro called out, wiping his forehead and standing up. He inhaled a large gulp of air and tried to explain, though the strain on his voice remained as he struggled to catch his breath. "Despite how it looks, we haven't been at this pace the entire time and I was ready-" he inhaled a large gulp of air, "ready when he started."
He wiped at his nose, which had started bleeding. "Damn...."
Gin snickered and set a hand on Sojiro's shoulder. "Maybe your mother is right if our experiment started that. Get a drink and sit. I'll explain what we're up to."
Sojiro's head snapped back up to his father. "But I want- Ow!"
"Gin!" Kita exclaimed as she watched her lover flick their son in the forehead. "Was that necessary?"
Gin didn't lose his wide smile as he waved at both of them. "Calm down, dearie. He gets over-excited like another person I know." He looked to his son. "But he did well just then."
Sojiro's retort died with that indirect compliment and he trudged over to a rock where he'd left a bottle of water.
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 10, 2024 1:57:40 GMT -6
Kita’s frustration softened only slightly as she watched Sojiro try to defend the brutal training. His labored breath, the sheen of sweat, and now a bloody nose told her everything she needed to know. He was pushing himself too hard. Still, she could hear the determination in his voice, see the stubbornness in his eyes—just like his father.
"Now, dearie, before I explain this little secret," Gin purred, reaching for her, "there's something you have yet to tell me. I think we shall start with that while our son catches his breath."
Kita watched him go, her irritation still simmering beneath the surface. She knew Gin was hard on Sojiro for a reason, and in his own way, he was trying to prepare their son for the harsh realities of the world they lived in. But still... she hated seeing Sojiro push himself to the point of breaking, and she hated even more that Gin encouraged it.
“Don’t think this means you’re off the hook,” she said, crossing her arms as she turned her attention back to Gin. “You’re still pushing him too hard, and you know it.”
Gin's smirk faded just slightly, though he didn't seem to particularly faze by her continued pursuit of this topic. "I know what I am doing, dearie, and you know it as well I do. And he can't stay underneath people's notice any longer."
Kita’s shoulders tensed at Gin’s words, her arms tightening around herself as if trying to protect some fragile part of her heart. The way Gin brushed off her concerns, always with that same infuriating smirk, grated on her nerves. But more than that, his words struck a nerve she hadn’t expected.
“I’m not trying to keep Sojiro from people’s notice,” she said, her voice cracking with a mix of frustration and something deeper—something raw. She could feel the emotions bubbling to the surface, emotions she’d buried long ago. “I just… I don’t want to see him go through what I went through.”
Her voice wavered, her words coming out faster now, more desperate. Memories she tried to keep locked away—memories of her time under Aizen and the fourth Espada—came rushing back. The grueling training, the manipulation, the pain. She had been pushed to her limits, not just physically, but mentally and emotionally, until there was barely anything left of her. She could still hear Aizen’s calm, smooth voice telling her it was all for her own good, that she was becoming stronger, better. But she had felt like she was losing pieces of herself with every session, pieces she would never get back.
“I know you think you’re helping him,” she continued, her voice trembling, “but you don’t know what it’s like to feel like you're being broken down, piece by piece, until there’s nothing left of you but what they want you to be.” She looked at Gin, her eyes filled with a deep sorrow that had never fully healed. “That’s what Aizen did to me. That’s what I went through with the Espada. I don’t want Sojiro to feel like he’s losing himself, the way I did.”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 10, 2024 2:00:33 GMT -6
Gin fell silent, his smirk fading away, as Kita started speaking about the past, revealing details he hadn’t heard her speak of before. Although, he had always expected there would be more of a price to be paid once they emerged on the other side. When he had observed her struggles and tried to steer her away from the worst of his own methods but falling back to more to keep them alive. When watching her train with Aizen sometimes reminded him of the harrowing times he had to drown parts of himself to keep going. The first deaths, the still nameless soul reapers he’d killed to get to the academy and the third seat of Fifth Division who was to be his mentor, were easy, the first stepping stones of a path he had deliberately chosen. The cost for Gin Ichimaru from such a long, silent path had come later, much, much later.
Gin moved closer, slower this time, and wiped a tear that was falling down her cheek, wrapping his arms around her when she didn’t resist that move. “I never want our son to go through training like we have, dearest. That was never, ever my intent since I’ve started training him. Even with Aizen and Vale breathing down our necks. If I still seem harsh, it is to protect him." He paused, admitting something else. He voiced it aloud. "And perhaps both of us. If he knows his limits early…” Gin hesitated in voicing more aloud but buried his head in her hair, close to her ear, in case Sojiro rejoined them. “it won’t be like looking into a horrible mirror if someone pushes him over the edge, like when I saw him holding Shinsou as a child in Las Noches….”
“Gin…”
Gin shushed her. “I will slow down with him if this haunts you, dearie. I’m enough of a master that I can do that. I may not ever be nice enough for novices, but Sojiro passed that point long ago.” She giggled slightly and he smiled above her. “Know this, my love. There is one detail that makes my training completely different than the darkness that haunts your growth." He kissed her ear. "Sojiro is my son, and I love him, and you, very much.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 10, 2024 2:07:17 GMT -6
Gin's spoken words to her were threading through the ghosts of her memories like a needle. His quiet confession, one she had never expected to hear, made something inside her both ease and ache all at once. As Gin wiped away her tear and wrapped his arms around her, she didn’t resist. Instead, she leaned into his warmth, letting the tension melt away for a moment.
Hearing him acknowledge the struggles they had both endured, the silent burdens they carried, softened something in her. She had always known Gin wasn’t blind to the harshness of his training, but hearing him admit that his intent wasn’t cruelty—that he had always been trying to protect their son—hit her in a place she hadn’t let herself feel in years.
“I never want our son to go through training like we have, dearest,” Gin whispered, his voice low, sincere. “That was never, ever my intent since I’ve started training him. Even with Aizen and Vale breathing down our necks.”
Kita exhaled shakily, her past still a raw wound that never quite healed. She had been shaped, broken, and reforged in those times, and the scars remained, even if Gin couldn’t always see them. She closed her eyes, memories flashing—Aizen’s cold, calculating gaze, the unyielding expectations, the fear of losing herself completely.
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 10, 2024 2:24:51 GMT -6
As Kita fell back into silence, Gin’s grip tightened around her, supporting her. The vulnerable moment started to prod something warm but tender deeper inside him and he leaned against her, shading his eyes with his bangs. Even if she couldn’t see. “And I never wanted to break you to keep you alive in Las Noches. I did what I had to. But I hated it. I hated myself for being strong enough to hurt you that deeply and for being too weak to make it necessary. Sometimes, when you’re crying at night, I wonder if you would hurt as much if I had cut you from me in the beginning? If you did turn into a tool of destruction in my hands instead of the vulnerable beautiful light of peril you truly were.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 10, 2024 2:37:18 GMT -6
Kita’s breath hitched at Gin’s words, his voice softer than she had ever heard it, trembling slightly in a way that unnerved her. For a moment, she couldn’t find the strength to speak, her mind reeling as his confession settled over her like a heavy blanket. The weight of everything—their past, their struggles, the unspoken guilt—pressed down on her, suffocating.
But then she exhaled slowly, forcing herself to meet his gaze, even if he had hidden his eyes behind his bangs. Her hand moved to his cheek, gently lifting his face so she could see him. “Gin…” she whispered, her voice steady, though her heart still trembled. “I forgave you a long time ago.”
The words hung in the air between them, heavy but freeing all at once. Kita’s eyes softened, though a shadow of pain lingered behind them. “I understood why you did what you did, even then. You were trying to keep us alive… and I know how much you hated it. How much it tore you apart.”
Gin’s grip tightened around her, his body tense as if bracing himself for something. But she wouldn’t pull away, not now. She leaned into him instead, her hand still on his cheek, feeling the warmth of his skin, the way his heart beat beneath her palm. “You didn’t break me,” she continued, her voice gentle but firm. “Not in the way you think. Yes, it hurt—being in Las Noches, enduring Aizen’s games, and watching you play along with them. But I knew, deep down, that you were doing it to protect me. To keep me from being used as just another pawn.”
Her thumb brushed across his cheek, wiping away a tear that had slipped free. “I never wanted you to cut me from you. Even when it was the hardest thing to bear, I knew you were still there. You weren’t turning me into a tool of destruction. You were helping me survive.”
She paused, her heart aching as she saw the depth of Gin’s pain, the way he had carried that burden alone for so long. “I was never a tool in your hands, Gin. You might have taught me how to fight, how to endure, but you didn’t take away who I am. And as much as Las Noches changed me, it didn’t destroy me.”
Her voice wavered for a moment, her memories of those dark times surfacing, but she pushed them back, focusing on Gin, on the man who had fought his own demons just to protect her. “I love you,” she whispered, the words soft but unwavering. “Even then, I loved you. And I still do.”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 12, 2024 18:07:42 GMT -6
Gin didn’t respond immediately, just stared into her starlet eyes, his expression hidden behind his clear blue eyes, eyes that hid the moisture and weakness within him. Slowly, he pressed a kiss to her forehead, as if she were going to fly away, though his arm remained strong around her, unwilling to let her go. “I know, but I still broke something in you and that hurts the most.” His long hand covered her own on his cheek. “I don’t know if love will be enough to keep you going sometimes. I know… that you carry scars and nightmares because of everything I couldn’t shield you from. And when they tear you apart, I don’t know if I have enough to offer you for your smile and joy to return each time.” He sighed and pulled her tight into his arms, fingers fisting in her clothes. “This is driving me insane, worse than feeling the bite of the the damn schemes of Kisuke Urahara. Not being alone-”
This was the hardest part of coming back out of this war.
And he didn’t want to give it up.
No matter the price to either of them.
Even if the schemes of that man didn’t end when it was supposed to be over. And he wouldn’t escape that.
Gin inhaled and kissed her head, trying to apologize as he stepped back out of the circle of her numbing warmth. Caressing her cheek as he gazed down at her. He could only tell her so much, her honesty encouraged his like a cooling balm pressed against lanced wounds. He could only speak so much or burden her so far before he stepped into unfamiliar territory that ached in a way that tore at the shadows of his psyche.
Nonetheless, he tried again. “I want you to do more than just survive, dearest, and that’s selfish.”
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Post by Kita Miyamoto on Oct 12, 2024 18:28:00 GMT -6
Kita let out a slow, shaky breath as Gin’s words sank in, each one twisting in her chest. She could feel the weight of his guilt pressing down on them both, the pain they shared from their pasts, and the scars that still lingered, not just on their skin but deep within. Her eyes remained on his, searching the depth of his gaze, the unspoken sorrow and regret swirling there, even as his lips pressed a tender kiss to her forehead.
As much as she wanted to ease his burden, to tell him that everything would be fine, she couldn’t lie to him—not after everything they’d been through. She felt his long fingers covering hers, holding her close, as if afraid she might slip away if he loosened his grip even slightly. She could hear the raw honesty in his voice, the fear of not being enough, of failing her again. But that wasn’t what she needed from him—not anymore.
“I know we’re both scarred,” she whispered, her voice soft but steady as she gently pulled back just enough to look into his eyes. “I know you’ve carried this guilt for so long, and I’ve carried my pain. But we can’t keep living in it, Gin. We can’t keep letting it define us.”
She paused, swallowing the lump that had formed in her throat, her heart aching as she remembered the countless nights where the nightmares had consumed her, where the echoes of Las Noches haunted her every step. But those nights, she hadn’t been alone. Gin had always been there, even when she had pushed him away in the darkness.
Her hand rose to cup his cheek again, her thumb brushing against his skin, a tender gesture in the midst of their heavy conversation. “We have to heal,” she said, her voice soft but resolute. “Both of us. Otherwise, we’re always going to have this… pain, this fear, hanging over us. And I don’t want that, Gin. I don’t want us to only ever know suffering.”
Gin’s grip on her tightened again, his eyes searching hers for something—hope, perhaps, or a way out of the darkness that had clung to them for so long. He opened his mouth to speak, but she shook her head gently, her hand still resting on his cheek.
“You didn’t break me,” she whispered again, wanting him to believe it, needing him to understand. “Yes, I’m scarred, and yes, I have nightmares. But that’s not all I am. That’s not all we are.” She took a deep breath, her fingers trembling slightly against his skin. “I don’t want to just survive anymore, Gin. I want to live. And I want you to live, too. Together. Not just dragging ourselves through each day, but actually healing.”
Her eyes glistened with unshed tears, but there was a fierce determination behind them. “We can’t keep running from the past, or burying it, or pretending it’s not there. We have to face it. We have to heal. Otherwise, this… this pain will always be with us, no matter how much we love each other.”
Gin’s silence stretched between them, and for a moment, she feared he wouldn’t understand, that he wouldn’t let go of the guilt that had anchored him for so long. But then, slowly, he exhaled, his body relaxing ever so slightly, his forehead resting against hers as if drawing strength from her presence.
“Sometimes pain evolves into something else, after a long, fitful process," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper, raw and exposed. "It's forged me for so long, and I don't know if I can give it up. But I don't know if my path will help you. I don't want it to. But that leaves me unable to help you."
Kita rested her hand gently on his chest, her fingers tracing small, soothing circles as she looked up at him. "You help me just by being here, Gin," she whispered, her voice soft but steady. "We don't have to follow the same path, but we can still walk it together." She paused, her eyes filled with a quiet determination. "We'll figure it out, step by step. We just have to keep moving forward."
Gin didn’t respond immediately, but she could feel the subtle shift in him, the way his grip on her softened, the way his body seemed to let go of some of the tension it had been holding. He wasn’t fixed, and neither was she—but in that moment, it felt like they were moving toward something more, something beyond the pain.
“I think,” Gin finally said, his voice hoarse but sincere, "I can do that. For you… and for us.”
Kita smiled, the warmth of his words washing over her, even as tears slipped down her cheeks. “That’s all I ask.”
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Post by Sojiro Ichimaru on Oct 13, 2024 20:47:58 GMT -6
Sojiro watched from afar as his father and mother talked. At first, it seemed like a tense conversation he couldn’t interrupt, though he was tempted to if his mother kept crying. But when she started smiling through the tears, his anxiety faded. He took another drink from the bottle of water and watched his father brush the tears away from her cheeks, kissing her eyelid. Blushing, he looked away.
Soon after he heard his mother speak up, her tone teasing. “So what did you want to tell me to keep me from banishing you to the couch tonight?”
“The couch, huh? But dearie, I thought you’d forget with all those tender words.”
“Well, you should know that tender words won’t stop me from kicking your ass. And you have no one to blame but yourself for that.”
He looked up to see his parents grinning at each other and put his bottle down. He stood up and walked over. “I can show you now, Mom.”
His mother put her hands on her hips. “Are you sure about that? I saw that nosebleed.”
Not sure he had the right response to that, Sojiro glanced to his father for backup. “We don’t have to go as far as we did, but I’m not going to fall over this time. Dad was getting faster and faster each time. That’s why it was so hard to deal with it.” He sent a mock glare towards him. “And that’s not what you told me you would do!”
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Post by Gin Ichimaru on Oct 13, 2024 20:53:59 GMT -6
Gin’s smile didn’t falter at all when Sojiro’s accusation caused his wife to scowl at him as well. Their expressions mirrored each other too well for him to not enjoy it. “No it wasn’t,” he admitted easily, “but you kept up with the changes nonetheless. That was the point, and it wouldn’t have worked if you knew I was doing it at the time.”
“The point?” Sojiro murmured.
“Gin….” Kita growled.
Eyes twinkling at the threatening promise from his lover, he answered their son. “It proves that even if your zanpakuto seems to require quite a trick to use it well, you’ll manage it well sooner than you think." He pointed to the blade at his son's hip. "Your time without its ability or abilities actually helped you. You're used to thinking on your feet."
"Gin..."
The fox turned from his son and looked to his lover. "Yes, dearie?"
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